Free Web NovelChapter 102: Amusement Park
He got out of the car and leaned against it. "Why?" He asked, removing a cigarette from its pack. "Is it also against the rules, princess?"
Princess? Why does he keep calling me that?
Ruby and I exchanged glances, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there.
He took out a lighter and lit the cigarette, then puffed out smoke from his mouth. "Why aren’t you speaking? Cat got your tongue?"
"Let’s just go; ignore him," Ruby whispered.
"I’m not heading home," I whispered back.
"Where are you going?"
"To Parker’s," I replied. I realized I’d forgotten to tell her earlier.
"Alright, sort yourself out then; I’ll be on my way." She turned and left the lot while I made my way to the car. Joshua’s attention was on his phone; I don’t think he knew what was happening out here. I tried to open the vehicle, but he came over to me, catching my hand and stopping me.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked, alarmed as I snatched my hand away and took a step back.
"You called my attention, and I responded, but you didn’t give me an answer. You always have a way of calling my attention, but you pretend to be the victim in the end."
"Get out of the way; I need to leave," I demanded.
"Huh, what did you just say?" He leaned in closer, blowing smoke directly into my face. I inhaled the smoke and coughed a little.
"You don’t like this?" He asked, referring to the cigarette. I ignored him and reached for the door handle again, but he still refused to move.
I think I should ask the brothers to bring Willa back. I need her. If she were here, this wouldn’t happen.
"Get out," I fumed, meeting his eyes.
He smiled. "You’re finally looking at me."
Huh, what is he saying?
"You have been avoiding my eyes all day; I had no choice but to do this," he smirked and finally moved out of my way, heading to his car. "See you tomorrow, princess," he said and got in his car.
He reversed and disappeared from the parking lot the next second.
"Oh, Ms., I didn’t see you there." Joshua jumped out of the car and opened the back door for me.
I got into the vehicle, and he closed it.
"Take me to Parker’s, please."
"Yes, Ms."
We arrived at Parker’s company, and I went straight to his office floor. I didn’t see either his assistant or secretary at the front desk, so I proceeded to his office.
I opened the door to find him typing furiously on his keyboard. He stopped once he noticed me.
"You’re here, good." He closed his system and stood up.
"Yeah," I tried to move to the sofa, but he stopped me.
"No, we’re leaving," he said as he grabbed his jacket and put it on.
"Leaving? To where?"
"You’ll see." He grabbed his phone and wallet from the desk and came to me.
Then he interlocked our fingers and led me out of his office.
"Where are we heading?" I asked again.
"Different locations."
"Different locations?" I frowned, confused. Where does he intend to take me?
We left his floor and went to his car. He held the passenger door, and I got in. We left his company, and he drove for a few minutes before stopping at a clothing store.
"A casual outfit, please."
We both changed into comfortable casual outfits before moving to a street restaurant.
A restaurant? Was he bringing me here?
"You need to eat. This is a street restaurant; you haven’t been to one before, right?"
Haven’t been to one? I scoffed. Did he think I grew up wealthy?
"My dad brought us to street restaurants a lot while growing up," I responded.
"Oh, that’s right," he nodded, as if recalling something. "I forgot."
"Hmm," I lowered my gaze.
"Street restaurants were my favorite while growing up too," he said as he placed an order.
"Why?" He grew up rich. Five-star restaurants should be his favorite.
"Because I enjoyed the meals more, and I had a favorite food seller, too."
"Favorite food seller? Who?"
"My friend’s mom. She ran a restaurant beside our school by herself, so I’d often stop there to eat before returning home," he recalled.
Parker has a friend who isn’t wealthy? This is news. I don’t know much about them after all.
"Where is your friend now?" I asked.
"He is dead; he died a long time ago," he confessed as a lady in an apron brought our order.
My eyebrows shot up. "He died?"
"Hmm."
"I... I’m sorry," I whispered.
"Nah, it happened back in high school; it was a long time ago. This is black noodles, by the way. Have you had them before?" He asked as he pulled out chopsticks.
"No," I shook my head.
"This is how you eat it." He added a few side dishes to the main noodles and mixed everything. After mixing, he brought his dish to me and took mine.
He did the same mixing and started to eat.
"You should eat."
"I don’t know how to use chopsticks," I confessed.
"It’s simple, come closer." He took my chopsticks, fixed them between my fingers, and asked me to use them, but the chopsticks slipped out when I tried.
"I can’t use them."
"Let’s try again." He fixed the chopsticks between my fingers, but they slipped out again.
"You should use the fork; I might teach you how to use them later," he murmured.
"Alright. I was about to say that," I said, taking the fork and digging in.
"Do you like it?"
"Hmm, it tastes different."
"I know, it’s your first time; savor the taste."
"Hmm," I nodded, beginning to enjoy it.
"You liking it?"
"Yeah, I think it’s nice," I confessed.
"It is," he gave me a one-sided smile.
After the meal, we returned to the car.
"So, are we heading back to your office now?" I asked as I watched him drive.
"No, we’re heading to an amusement park," he responded.
"Amusement park?" I exclaimed. "Are you for real?"
"Yeah."
"An amusement park?"
"Yeah, you don’t like it?" He glanced at me.
"I love it!"
"Good to know."
"Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have prepared myself for the fun."
"Prepared yourself?" He chuckled. "What sort of preparation?"
"Have you ever gone to an amusement park?"
"I have, why not?"
"Are you a regular?"
"No."
"Exactly. You aren’t a regular. You won’t understand me even if I explain it; my siblings and Ruby would easily understand," I pouted.
He chuckled, "I’ll make sure to inform you earlier next time."
We arrived at the amusement park, and I went to one of the scariest rides.
"Let’s ride this one," I pointed to the Zipper ride.
"Both of us?" He asked. "No thanks, you can ride it yourself."
"You won’t ride one?"
"No. I brought you here; it’s for you, not for me."
"Are you scared of the ride?"
"What? Why would I be scared? It’s just too childish; I don’t want to do it."
I huffed, "Alright, I’ll get on these childish rides by myself then." I got on the Zipper ride, and after that, I went on the Giant Ferris wheel. Then I proceeded to the fireball ride and rollercoaster rides: Millennium Force, Kingda Ka, and Twisted Colossus. I tried to go on the Drop Tower, but he stopped me.
"Aren’t you tired? Dizzy? Why are you so full of energy?" He questioned, looking astonished.
This is the reason why my siblings don’t enjoy coming to the amusement park with me; I make sure to ride everything. Parker made a huge mistake bringing me here. We won’t leave until I’m deeply satisfied.
"No, I need to get on this ride; I’ll be back."
He stood there and watched as I went on the Drop Tower, the pirate ship, the frisbee ride, the Screamin’ Swing, and the bungee swings. I changed my outfit and also went on the water rides; by the time I was done, Parker looked completely exhausted.
"Can we go now?" He exhaled.
"Yes, we can go now," I smiled, grinning from ear to ear. It’s been a while. I enjoyed every moment of it. I am happy. I am so freaking happy.
Since it’s Monday, there were fewer people at the amusement park, making it easier for me. I got on these rides multiple times. I am so freaking happy.
"You look happy; did you have fun?"
"I did," I responded, smiling.
"Alright, as long as you did, let’s go." He interlocked our fingers and led me back to the car.
"Are you hungry? It’s time for dinner. Do you want me to drive you to a restaurant, or should we go home?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"A restaurant." I’m quite famished; all that screaming made me hungry. And oh, I screamed a lot. It lifted my spirit and energized me. I know others could get tired after being on all those rides, but it’s always the opposite for me.
I only get more energized; no matter how scary a ride is, I don’t run away from it.
We arrived at another street restaurant and got out of the car.
"Have you ever had roasted sweet potatoes?"
"Yeah, I have. I love potatoes. I had lots of them while growing up," I answered.
"When last did you have it?"
"I can’t remember; it’s been two years or more, I guess."
We entered the restaurant and didn’t find many customers there. An older woman was working alone in the kitchen; she noticed us and quickly came over with a smile, but her smile disappeared once she saw Parker.
But Parker, being Parker, acted like he didn’t notice the woman’s mood. He went on to place an order. "Roasted potatoes and fish, please," he said.
The woman shifted her gaze to me; she flashed me a smile, and I returned it. "What about you, Ms.?"
"We’ll have the same thing," Parker said to her. The woman left, and I settled my gaze on Parker. "Is that your friend’s mom? The one you told me about?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
